Author's Notes:

Hello! I'm an avid FF reader, Harry Potter being one of my favourites. I love reading about the next generation, but I have never read one about a possible future development of the characters in great detail. And I crave details, that is just how I am. The wonderful pieces I've read so far don't get updated much, thus I promise to make the impossible to complete these series.

This fanfiction is going to be a quite detailed narration of what happens to the Next Generation and their family starting with the first year of Albus & co. attending Hogwarts till the seventh one. There are going to be lots of narrative threads, romance, some drama, dealing with different issues both from the past and future, as well as a bit of humour here and there (I have a quite dry sense of humour, hopefully you'll like it).

This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so please, if I have done any mistakes or you feel like you don't understand something point it out to me, I look for your guidance.

Thank you for your consideration! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I make no profit from this work of art. However, I do own the plot and some OCs.


Love and everything it entails

Prologue. Of boys, girls and their parents

A certain Rose Beatrice Weasley had always wondered whether her father's words were prophetic or he simply jinxed it by telling her to beat the unsuspicious Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy in every test. Those nine words had come to change her life, forever.

"Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie."

Having told her that, he had added something else, but Rose had never heard it, for she was too interested in finding out why she should do it. Being the stubborn and curious person she was, something she had inherited from her mother, the 11 years old decided to find out the reason behind her father's logic from the other person involved. Even if indirectly, the pale boy named after a constellation was still involved in the matter.

From the place where the family of Senior Unspeakable Draco Malfoy stood, all Rosie could see was a nervous boy, with beautiful eyes and kind features, holding his mother's gloves, whilst she perused her bag in search of something. It appeared to be a comb, which she put in the boy's robes. Afterwards, Mrs Malfoy bent down and kissed her son on his forehead and this definitely was not the right thing to do, for Scorpius gently pushed her away, the blood streaming into his pale cheeks, which made him look like one of those cherubs painted on Rubens' masterpieces.

As the little red-headed girl was observing his family, her cousin James kindly informed everybody of their other 'cousin', Teddy, kissing her aunt Fleur's beautiful daughter, Victoire. One would assume kissing your boyfriend is quite normal, but apparently James didn't find it that way. Well, he was a bit weird like that.

As the train signalled its departure from the King's Cross Station in about five minutes, they all started saying goodbye and Rose noticed her uncle Harry talking to his youngest son, Albus. She really understood Al's frustration with his brother James, when the latter would always tease him about being a future Slytherin. And she felt the same way about her father. What was wrong with being different? Victoire got into Ravenclaw and for the past six years she had enjoyed it quite a lot. And Molly, a third year, followed Tory's example. The two of them didn't get threatened by their fathers to be disinherited if they had not become Gryffindors, and yet, hers did just that. No comments there.

It seemed that whatever her uncle had told his son made him happier about his sorting at Hogwarts. So Rose turned her attention towards her mother and kissed her a one last time before getting on the train, followed by her cousin. After a funny comment from Ron Weasley about his fame, his daughter and nephew started waving goodbye to all of their relatives on the platform 9 ¾ , and there were lots of them.

There was George and Angelina Weasley and the ten year old Roxanne, wishing Fred an excellent second year at Hogwarts. Near them were standing the children's 'uncles' Lee and Seamus talking about pyrotechnics, instead of giving their farewells to their children. Whilst listening to their husbands, Natalie Jordan gave her son, Paul, an amused smile and Lisa Finnigan nee Turpin shook her head at their childishness and reminded Aodhan to stay clear from any trouble that would get him a detention, for a change. She was quite tired of the constant flow of notices from the school's staff informing her of Aodhan's misdemeanours.

Percy Weasley, who was still complaining about some kind of magical transport to a rather unfortunate co-worker, had his arm around his Audrey's waist, whilst she was excitedly waving goodbye to Molly with one hand, the other one resting on Lucille's shoulder. Lucy, that's what everybody called her, like the rest of Rose's younger siblings and cousins, was quite upset that she couldn't go to Hogwarts that year. If it was any consolation, she had to wait just another year in order to join the rest of her relatives at school. Young Hugo Francis Weasley and Lily Luna Potter weren't as lucky.

Also, on the platform could be seen Bill Weasley and his wife smiling towards Louis, his sisters, it seemed, had long since been in their respective compartments with their friends. Rose was quite sure Victoire could be found later talking to the Head Boy, a Slytherin called Thaddeus Valborg, preparing for their meeting with the prefects, her sister, Dominique, being one of them. The girl was rather excited when she received her letter containing her Prefect badge that summer at the Burrow. Victoire received her Head Girl one at Teddy's grandmother Andromeda's house, since she had been staying there for the weekend when they all received their letters from Hogwarts. Those beginning their first year were the happiest, as they would finally see Hogwarts, walk through its corridors, and feel the magic with every cell.

The train had started and a rather dishevelled Harry Potter was trying to keep up with its gaining speed. At last, he stopped and Rose could barely make out her aunt Ginny's figure approaching him. She turned her head towards Al and they smiled at each other. Their journey had begun!


I use British English, thus if you don't understand a term or expression, ask me and I will explain its meaning to you.

The prologue is quite short and merely consists of description, but the chapters to come are going to be longer and will contain description, narration, dialogue and bits of monologue. I've already written and revised about 14 chapters, so updating shouldn't be a problem. Cheers!